the brew

"The Brew"

 

 

 

I look at the machine.

It’s... plastic. Black.

Waiting.

You take the scoop.

Now, this is important. The grounds? They have to be... precise.

If you don't... measure?

Well.

Disaster. Obviously.

You pour the water. In the back.

It makes a sound. A gurgle. Like a... wounded bird.

But efficient.

The drip.

...

The drop.

...

It takes... time.

And then? You drink it.

Black. No sugar.

Maybe... a little cream. If you're feeling... wild.

But you gotta ask yourself...

Did you clean the pot?

Because if you didn't...

We have a problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-20 at 09:44

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mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
This reads the way I approach new things. With dedication, but leaving the manual unwrapped.
2026-05-21


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
NICE, I love the jagged rhythm here.
2026-05-21



Good morning! [Well, at least it is here.]

Excellent blend of creativity, my friend. Such a play in this blending of reality and metaphor.
A great expressive write filled with truth on 2 levels... That last line- genius. Hope you have a great day. I'm embibing in my fresh bean ground and fresh percolated brewed coffee right now.

Got me thinking about the water quality, though. In my community, we have a problem with that, due to the city's neighborhoods aging lines and we get letters asking homeowners to replace their private piping if the homes are old.

Hope your day progresses into a most wonderful day. 🙂
2026-05-20